Just the thought almost sends me over the edge, Master comes over and runs his strong hands though my now soaked hair slowly tightening his grip. Pul...ing my head back to stare deeply into my masters eyes. He growls out ….. “What do you say to Master?”…My eyes widen in slight fear as my breathe catches in excitement. I start a slow grin, and think to be a smartass, I say “More please?”.My master stares hard at me but has this sly smile of his own, that rises the hair on my flesh. He slides his. He never seriously thought about why he liked having longer hair, itjust felt right to him. He followed his mother's directive to the letterat first, however, as time passed and his hair reached shoulder length hebecame ever more lax and inattentive to it. He knew this annoyed her asshe occasionally, without warning, would run a brush through his hair orbrusquely grab his arm and sit him down for a light trim. Yet she neverfollowed through on her threat to "Do something about it." He assumed. Just as she was about to cum, and from the movement and moans of him too, she felt the bunk move and she woke up with a start.. Breathing heavily, and sweating, she looked over at where her dad was sitting up on the side of the bunk. "Sorry Deb, you was sweating and moving around so much that I thought you was getting to hot so I was going to start the truck and run the AC for a few to cool it off. I didn't mean to wake you up? Blushing, Deb told him "Its ok, I just had a a a nightmare is. After the main course Helene went to the Ladies and as usual, many eyes in the room followed her. I couldn't blame them, her black trousers hugging her small but curvy backside.When she returned, having given me one of her wonderful smiles as she walked back, I said to her. “Did you know that everyone watches you when you go to the ladies? Men and women.”“Do they? I wonder why.”“I don't blame them,” and I carried on. “It's because you are the most beautiful woman in the room.”“Really?”“Yes.